When Lauren and I worked on the cruise ship, there were days the ship would be at sea all day. These days were cleverly called "sea days." Generally we would perform on sea days, but two times in four months we had a whole sea day all to ourselves. On these occasions we would stay in the cabin, watch movie after movie, order (free) room service, and remain in our pajamas.
Today we had our first sea day in many months.
We made breakfast, hung out, watched televised entertainments, and did laundry.
It was the greatest group of activities we could have done on a cold Saturday.
In the evening Lauren made her world premiere on a bicycle in the city of Chicago. She was a bit nervous. My delicate birdie had been used to the smooth, bike friendly streets of progressive Amsterdam, not the hostile, pot-holed piss pits of miserable Chicago. But we managed to make it to The Annoyance without incident.
It was opening night for Swear Jar, the first sketch comedy show directed by Mick Napier at The Annoyance. I loved it. It's dark and wrong and stupid and Vaudvillian hack and funny and wicked.
Afterward, we drank until we didn't know what time it was. By the time we figured it out it was too late. So my birdie and I rode home on the desolate side streets to the chirping of dawn's birds.
Verdict: Win
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